Red wasn't able to understand what the voices were talking about, but she easily understood that only one thing was sure.
They were enemies.
The way Archer had changed his demeanor in an instant hearing their conversation gave it away. The cat had also been pretty agitated ever since they arrived at the top of the stairs.
Crouching slowly and hiding at a corner, Red and Archer peeked into the lit hallway and saw whom the voices belonged to. They were women of insane proportions, fats bulging from every side of their body, hairs were patchy and their skin full of blisters and boils.
The women went on to continue with their conversation, their voices fading in the distance. When Archer was sure the coast was clear, he stepped onto the lit corridor with Red at his heels carefully treading enemy territories.
